Stan’ an’ talk so long.
Bet yo’ life dey got
Each and de udder’s man.
The Negro man is at his best when he sings of his “gal” or his “baby.” Sometimes his song is boastful of the qualities of his “gal.” Sometimes he compares the merits of the brown girl and the yellow girl or of the black and the yellow and casts his vote for his favorite color. Again, he sings the story of his courtship, and he counts it a never-to-be-too-much-talked-about experience to have been driven away from his sweetheart’s house by an irate father. In My Jane the lover characterizes his “gal” with enviable terseness and humor.
My Jane
My Jane am a gal dat loves red shoes,
My Jane am a gal dat loves silk clo’es.
My Jane am a gal what loves plenty money,
She can devil a feller till it ain’t even funny.
My Jane am a gal dat loves heaps o’ men,